People

You know a lot of the times people piss me off.
The reason is because most of the time they are too wrapped up in themselves to care about anyone else. Like when they are shopping for something and there is only one person in the department already helping another customer and they barge in to ask a question or get help themselves then throw a bitch fit to the manager about how no one is helping them. Well madam or sir I am busy with another customer so shut your trap and be fucking patient goddammit! The world doesn't revolve around you!
And another thing! When people treat others as if they are incompetent! Not going to lie I have friends who are guilty of this and I can be too. There are some people that treat others as if they are stupid or retarded, and not like the teasing smartassey way either. The brash blunt and hateful way. It bothers me because not only is it an outrage to do that to someone but it really messes with their self esteem.
Me? Yeah. It makes me feel more insecure than I already am and it pisses me off to no end that I am treated like I have an IQ of 2.
No one is an idiot unless they prove it to you. Don't treat people like such.

Archer and Catrain: Beginnings.

I was scrolling through screen caps of  the Spartacus series that has been on Starz and it just so happens that  Crixus (in the first season) seemed perfect to be Archer. So here is a scene with him and a very important woman that I whipped up.

The sun had just barely set. Hues of blue green and orange hovered over the horizon and a figure was perched upon the porch of the small hut by the sea. Between his lips was a hollowed pipe filled with tobacco to smoke and in his eyes a look of despair and guilt. He inhaled a breath of smoke and exhaled slowly allowing it to swirl around his head. Thoughts of women and children swirled through his head, those he left fatherless and widowed. He was an assassin dammit. It was a part of the job description. All the thoughts and emotions he had kept back for so long were now beginning to surface. A tear slipped down his cheek as he imagined his son, his infant son growing up without a father. Why had the gods spared him when he spared none? Why had they blessed him with a son of his own and taken away his wife? It should have been him that was murdered instead of his beloved Maelynda. He wiped his topaz eyes of the tears threatening to spill and flinched slightly when he felt a hand squeeze his shoulder.

Catrain.

Only her touch could be so gentle and comforting. Violet eyes filled with love and concern for him bore deep into his mind as she took her place at his side.

“Your mind speaks troubled thoughts, does it not?” She spoke softly to him her hand now reaching up to stroke the wavy black hair out of his face, trailing to the dark beard he sported. He took her hand in his own, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“You should be inside watching Sebastian…” he muttered.

“He is slumbering peacefully.” She retorted. “I worry for his father. You have been troubled as of late.”

At this he turned his eyes away. How could a woman, as kind and giving as she was have the patience and the heart to house a murderer like him? Her amethyst eyes twinkled in the moonlight, showing honesty and worry for the man. That is what pierced Archer. She seemed so naïve of who he was and the blood he spilt and yet here she was, checking up on him to ensure he was alright.

“You shouldn’t have to worry for a person like me.”

“And why shouldn’t I?” It was if she were daring him to prove her wrong. Daring him to make her hate him. Placing her slender hand back in her lap he rose to his feet watching the waves from the sea crash onto the shore. Over and over they rolled into the sand and waned away, it was as if he were mesmerized by them but the truth was, he didn’t know the first thing to say to Catrain. She stayed firmly rooted to her place as she watched him. A gentle breeze began to dance in her black curls as well as his dark hair.

“How is it that such a kind spirit can still give me food and shelter after what I have done…after how many women I widowed and children I orphaned.” Archer turned to the woman, tears shimmering in his onyx eyes. “Tell me Catrain. How is it that a woman like you can bear to put up with the shit of the earth like me.”

He was not referring to his profession with his last statement…but more of his bloodline. Gracefully she glided towards the man and grasped his large calloused hands in her smooth slender ones and locked her violet eyes with his dark topaz ones.

“Just because you are of the dragon’s brood does not mean you are the shit of the earth, as you put it. Your race is far nobler than any other, and yet many envy your kind for it.” Pale rose lips curved into a smile. “Do not be ashamed of who you are or what you have done Archer. The gods are not cruel beings.”  

Her hand cupped his cheek, a thumb brushing away a tear that had threatened to spill. The man swallowed hard leaning into her touch. So soft and warm. It felt like home.

“I am not ashamed that I have the blood of the dragon flowing through my veins. I do not want you to be ashamed either.”

He hadn’t known that Catrain was one of his own. A half breed of his kind but that didn’t make her any less of a person in his eyes. The kindness she displayed towards him and his infant son shone through more than where she came from. She showed nothing but unconditional love for the two of them since they had arrived. The smile on her plump lips was painted perfectly upon her pale features. There was such a beauty surrounding her that he couldn’t describe and before he could control himself he wrapped his muscled arms around her slender frame and crushed her in an embrace, brying his face in her shoulder.

And there he wept. He wept freely. He wept for the families he had broken. He wept for the dead mother of his son. He wept in sheer joy that Catrain held no grudge against him for his sins. She in turn circled her arms around him; a hand pressed to his head and stroked his soft hair lightly, in a soothing manner. Her lips parted as she softly crooned a draconic lullaby to him. Her voice danced upon the breeze as if it were made of magic and floated around the both of them. There was something enchanting about her. Archer knew that when he had first happened upon her, that she knew of magic and medicine. His embrace around her grew tighter as his weeping died down and not once did Catrain release him or loosen her grip upon him. Soon she concluded her melody and drew away slighty cupping his face in her hand a smile still upon her lips.

“We must retire to bed. You need rest.” She said softly before she leaned up and pressed a kiss to his bearded cheek. They lingered there for a moment before she pulled away. The place where she had kissed felt warm on his skin and her lips as smooth as silk. This made Archer smile the first true smiled in days. With his arm around her waist he walked with her, slowly, back to her hut. She had given him hope in his heart and deep down he was beginning to hope that maybe he could start anew, and give his son a childhood that every youngling deserves.